My Dad’s Heartbeart and Warmth

A Story by Jenni Bailey

I miss your hugs.  They were so warm, I closed my eyes and I felt I could fall asleep.  I did not care if there was a possibility of me falling from a standing position.  Your warmth was a lullaby, even for me as an adult.  Your heartbeat, as well, provided connection that I didn’t have with any other family members, not even Mom.
Through the ”discipline”, constant nagging and insults, I still needed and wanted the warmth your hugs provided, and the connection your heartbeat gave me.  You weren’t the same Dad when we’d embrace:  You were my Dad in those moments.  I miss you, Dad!